Avril Lavigne is not what you’d call popular with the worldwide media, mainly because she generally takes a lot of pleasure in adopting an offensive, in-your-face type of attitude and has a gift for coming up with ridiculously arrogant comments that seem to center on her and dismiss everyone else. It’s therefore easy for most of us to forget that the heavily made-up faux-punk singer with the pink hair and the colorful clothes is a happily married woman. Judging by the latest evidence, it would probably be safe to assume that Avril and her husband, Sum 41 guitarist and lead vocalist Derek Whibley, either don’t get to spend enough time together, or enjoy being watched fondling and touching - either way, being in a park, in full view of the paparazzi clearly didn’t stop them from getting down to some major grabbing and rubbing.

The funny part about this is that both Lavigne and her touchy-feely husband have repeatedly declared their despise for the media, and especially for the paparazzi dogging their every step. However, one basic lesson of modern celebrity fame-whoring states that you don’t start rubbing your wife’s boobs in public unless you really want to be seen doing it. Of course, you could argue that going about "business as usual" - even if, or particularly when that involves boobs and a*s grabbing - while pretending to have a picnic in the park could be seen as a clear sign that the couple doesn’t care about just who might see them do whatever they want, but most would agree that some things are best kept private. However, Avril could probably come up with an hour-long rant disagreeing with the last statement, so we’d better just look at the photos and keep the wonder to ourselves.

In any case, Derek Whibley sure looks like a thorough guy when it comes to examining and feeling up his wife’s body (yes, it definitely sounds strange to think that Avril and him really have been married for two years now). Although, come to think about it, he does look like he’s performing some sophisticated Lamaze-style maneuvers on her, touching her breasts, feeling her ass and looking as if he’s about to take her top off and just let his inner macho instincts take over. In a park, in full view of just about everyone unfortunate enough to be passing through. Although, if you were to ask Lavigne or her hubby about it, they’d probably reply that we’re all jealous losers and the world belongs to them anyway.